once pristine . magnificat . myth . 07

Advice discreet, yet stout with gibe
with hidden sneers and mocking japes,
Wind well knew soundness would incite
Sky’s jealous wrath and righteous spite.

If this be true,” stormed Sky, all sore,
betrayal against Our Crown and State,
forgiveness, true, is rule divine,
but they shall taste Our wisdom vain!

And then pronounced, in rage and verve,
We’ll squeeze Rain’s drops as in a vise,
then strip Sun of her regal shine
and banish both as outcast shunned.